The Essence Of Who I Am

I was too young when the world hurt me 

I was too young to understand reality 

My pain grew in me 

It became a part of me 

Like a glass bottle caught near the stump of a tree 

So the real question becomes 

Am I really who I was supposed to be 

Or am I just bits and scraps of trauma’s newfound adoptee

M.A.P

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